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Sayed Up Late

I stayed up late to play all night because it was so nice,
but now the sun is coming up and I must pay the price.

My eyes are stuck, my head it hurts and I can’t seem to move,
it’s going to take some extra time to get me in my groove.

I don’t think there is anything to break me from this spell;
my clock is snoozing as I wait to hear the second bell.

It tried one time to wake me up but I showed I’d resist;
I hit the button on the top with full force of my fist.

But now it seems I’m out of time and must be on my way;
the world around me isn’t going to wait to start the day.

So, “up and at ‘em,” as they say, I’m off to get things done,
and tonight when I get the chance I’ll go down with the sun.

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Darlene De Beaulieu Date: 10/19/2018 11:34:00 AM Hello Cary, that is what you get when you stay up late on a week day night. Have a nice day my friend. Login to Reply